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Maybe they just like him

I’ve been so busy doing this blog I forgot all about Facebook. So I wrote this in Facebook. Then decided I could pretend I blogged it here. Posting or blogging…what’s the difference? Anyway, tomorrow is double nickles for Brick, btw. Finally. There was a time when double nickles meant double pennies, once for each eye. A hundred years ago that’s what that meant. Now people live forever. Weird. I party with guys over 80. And they do party. Everything but chase girls. Though my friend Virg lets them sit on his lap. All night long at our party, women in his lap. A friend a generation younger watched him jealously. What’s his secret? he hissed. How come they all sit on his lap? He was mad. I said I dunno. Maybe they just like him. Which just made him madder. I told him to have another bowl and not worry about it. He did and stopped. Later’s he’s goofing with the guy. Weed does have its uses. That was my birthday party. Last year or the year before, I can’t remember. They tend to blur together in an endless stream of anecdotes followed by hours of cleaning. Not having one this year. Too expensive. We’ll try later. Now we’re just gonna go to the Foundry on Melrose tomorrow. Love that joint. OK, I’m at work and not working. Many of you are also at work and not working. You’re reading this blog or on your Facebook page posting inane shit to people who write inane comments back. Like this. I mean this is inane. Way inane. Textbook inanity. Of course many of you are not working and can’t believe that I’d sit here at work and not work. I know. I feel shame. And that’s America to me. That and those women sitting in Virg’s lap.

My latest writing at: Brick's Picks

There was the night about a decade ago that I was hanging out at Hollywood & Highland with a multi-Grammy winning pal and then sharing a table at a jazz dive with three other Grammy winners watching an Oscar winning pal playing some terrific saxophone. At the time, tho’, that didn’t seem anything special. I […]

My latest writing at: Brick's Politics

Ghosting. ‪A millennial thing that boomers and GenXers are so appalled by. Take this job and shove it. We’ve all sung that quietly to ourselves at some shit job. But that’s all we ever did, sing it to ourselves. Some millennials just have the nerve to actually do it. After all, corporations have been doing […]

Thrilled to see we won the House in a blue wave, despite James Carville. Did better than I thought in Senate, and way better with governors. Can’t wait to see state house results. I thought Nelson would and Gillum might win, sad, thought Kemp’s suppression would work, it did (decisively), and thought Beto would lose […]

My latest writing at: Brick's History

As 19th century oratory, the Gettysburg Address was a failure. Lincoln himself said so as the weak and scattered applause subsided. But when printed on the front page of papers all across the North, it was a gem. Perfect. Poetic. Memorized and recited by everyone from politicians to preachers to schoolchildren to soldiers. It still […]

(March 5th, 2017) Stalin died on this day in 1953. It was a peaceful passing, in his own bed. His corpse was embalmed and treated and put on display next to Lenin’s, and the people passed by in their hundreds of thousands, never realizing till then just what a little guy–five foot four inches–Stalin had […]

My latest writing at: Brick's Science

Today is National Poop Day, apparently, and here is my fossilized poop collection. It didn’t used to be a collection but a stoner asked me what it was and I said it’s a coprolite, and he said what’s that and I said fossilized feces and he dropped it. He apologized profusely but I said don’t […]

Turns out that the word helicopter is made from the the classic Greek stems helico, meaning spiral, and pter, meaning winged, as in pterodactyl or pterosaur or pterpaulanmerisaur. Which means that helicopter should be pronounced helicoter, long o, silent p, which will make you even more irritating to your friends. Try it next time one […]

My latest writing at: Brick's Brain

Thought I was writing a lot. Lots of tweets, really well written tweeted miniature essays. Plus viciously smartassed snarks to make the Trump supporters cry. One really long email that came out of nowhere remembering stuff I hadn’t thought of in years. Messaging. Lots of words. A froth of words. Ideas in Brownian motion. Stuff […]

I’ve been on cold meds on and off for a few days, mostly on. This morning in the LA Times I came across an unusually lyrical passage for a newspaper and I read it aloud to my wife. It was about oil pumps and mechanical giraffes and I just dug it to death. She nodded, […]